There's only one window now. Does that imply there was more? In a room with no doors, only the one window to keep company. Surrounded by beige walls and dark hardwood floors, nothing to distract.

Lost in a trance, watching as the snow falls behind the frosted glass, forever looking to the light that never falters. The cold seeping in, calling. Step closer still, a light caress of the glass. Chills grasping onto the point of contact, seeking the warmth.

All of it.

Stepping back, watching the only window, the chills begin to subside. An endless dance. Only one window to keep company. And I think it wants to kill me.